It had been four days since they had gotten intimate. Karan was utterly frustrated, sexually. He had been trying his best to keep his hands to himself. But one glimpse of Preeta, he felt like losing his mind.
He had been coming home late, not talking to Preeta much because he knew he would lost it the moment his eyes would fall on her beautiful, innocent face and those perfect curves. She had always looked simple yet pretty before the marriage. But now, her new identity as his wife had lit up the fire in his heart.
She had started looking attractive to him all of a sudden. Her chocolaty brown eyes, heart shaped lips have always been successful in making him losing his mind.
But he knew one mistake and the things could get spoiled. He didn't want to scare her anymore. He would not reach that level of intimacy without her will. Drowning himself in work, he felt like controlling his inner beast.
"Karan. Man, this is getting serious. The foreign traders uncle was talking about will be coming to India."
Rubbing his forehead, Karan looked up from his laptop to Kabir who was looking at him concerned.
"When?"
Kabir rolled his eyes and sat on the couch in Karan's office.
"Anytime soon."
Karan shook his head shut his laptop. Leaned back on his chair, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Kabir was observing this and consequently, asked Karan.
"Bro, you okay?"
Karan smirked and shook his head. Opening his eyes, he looked at his best friend with a bored look.
"No. I am dying."
Kabir raised his eyebrows at the words. Picking a magazine from the table, he leaned back on the couch and started going through the pages.
"Really? How so?"
Karan loosened his tie and stared far at the ceiling to drown in his thoughts.
"I am dying to touch her."
Kabir who was busy in reading an article looked up from the magazine and stared at his friend.
"You mean, to fuck her?"
Earning a glare, Kabir gave a subtle laugh and shook his head.
"You are dead, Karan."
Ignoring the urge to punch his best friend, Karan checked the time on his wrist watch. It was still two in the noon. He had started leaving for home at late night, so he could ignore Preeta. She already hated him for being so stubborn. He didn't want to create those moments again. Reaching home by the time when she was already asleep, was easy. He could easily get into the covers and sleep without disturbing her but not before noticing the hickey that he had given her that night. He had felt like kissing that spot again. But doing that while she was asleep didn't feel morally right to him.
He knew Preeta was noticing his ways but she didn't know what was she doing to him. Not even a week had passed and he wanted to make her his by all means. But he was too understanding that he didn't deserve it yet. He needed to earn her trust, respect before earning the permission to touch her.
That night had made things more awkward. Preeta had ignored him next morning till the night. He had observed how she was ashamed of her own actions that she couldn't meet his eyes. So it was best if he himself avoid her to keep him okay from getting wild.
"I don't want to be that involved but I can suggest you to prevent troubles this time."
Karan gave Kabir a bored look.
